The sound was sharp. Clean. His palm across her cheek, her head snapping to the side, the crack echoing in the trembling room.
She cried out. A small, broken sound that carried none of her power and all of her vulnerability.
He stuffed his cock back into her mouth.
"Oh, come on," he said. His voice was warm. Amused. The tone of a man calming a storm with a leash. "You just ruined my mood."
His cock slid between her lips, the shaft pressing onto her tongue, the head finding her throat. She gagged, her gray eyes watering, her hands gripping his thighs.
"But don't you want to take revenge on the bitch who handed you over to me?" he said. "Slutty bitch."
Her body went rigid.
